When I Remarried at 60, I Didn’t Tell Richard Barnes or His Three Adult Children That the Vineyard, the Winery, and the Land in Sonoma Valley Were My Separate Property—Something I’d Quietly Inherited from My Late Husband’s Estate. They Thought I Was a “Gold Digger” Looking for a Handout, but When They Tried to Evict Me After Richard’s Passing, They Realized I Wasn’t Just the Resident—I Was the Landlord Who Had Been Charging Their Father $1 a Year in Rent.
The Silent Partner of the Estate When I met Richard Barnes, he was a charming widower who spoke passionately about…